Bunker

It's a staple of everything they know of knights, dragons and princesses! Dragons are slain by knights for the reward of a kiss by a princess. "We has food, water, guns, bullets, arrows. Not much meds, nor swords. Dragon fed deer. What need?" They'll give Faudre as much as she needs of food, water, bullets and arrows, and her pick of guns if she wants one. 'Guns' includes rifles, shotguns, pistols, bows, and crossbows- many of the latter made from broken rifles. They'll also offer knives; kitchen knives, combat knives, hunting knives and simple spikes made from salvaged metal.

Irradiated Wastelands

There's an arrival here. An elf-lady, young though hard to age, with deep green skin and long hair the orange-gold of autumnal leaves. Her irises are black, fusing seamlessly into her pupils. Tattooed on the left side of her face and creeping down her neck is a pattern of spiky leaves and thorny vines, curling up her throat, spiralling on her cheek and wrapping around her eye. She's wearing a simple green gown and leather walking-boots, with a rucksack slung over her back, from which hangs a set of steel manacles. She's armed with a hand-crossbow holstered at her waist, opposite a short sabre.